Ranting Swede: It-a makes me so mad! (takes out a meatball) Why do people call these meatballs? (throws the meatball off-screen) They're not balls! (starts bouncing a basketball) A ball, you can play with! A ball is fun, and bouncy, bouncy, bouncy! (takes out the meatball again) This, it just goes to pieces if you try to hit it with a tennis racket! It doesn't even hurt if you kick it! (the meatball splatters on the floor, and he kicks it) These are meat-LUMPS! These are lumps, not balls (a beach ball appears, and he throws them off-screen) I can't understand it! (saddening up) And it's my own people doing this. I hang my head in shame.

Angry Scientist: What is it with you? Are you in the getting of the craziness thing?

General Specific: Now is not the time to discuss this, Mad Scientist.

Angry Scientist: First of all, I am not mad! I am angry! I am an angry scientist! That is what it is saying on my card of businesses!

Private Public: The men are very excited about taking a day off from sheep-capturing to play this softball game, sir.

General Specific: I'm happy to allow it, Private Public. Of course, seeing how we're members of a secret military organization, security was a priority. But I ensured that no one would know about today's game.

Private Public: Except the opposing team.

General Specific: Uh... There might be a slight change of plans, Private Public.